FOREVER YOURS (Seventeen DK)

DK let out a deep sigh as he rested his head on Nabi's lap, his eyes fluttering shut while she ran her fingers gently through his dark hair. The soft motion of her fingertips massaging his scalp was soothing, almost enough to lull him to sleep after a long day of rehearsals.

Nabi smiled as she watched him relax under her touch, his usual energy temporarily dimmed by exhaustion. It was rare to have these quiet moments together, just the two of them.

"You're really tense," she murmured, continuing the soft massage.

"I've been dancing all day," he mumbled, voice slightly raspy from overuse. "Hyung said my moves looked too sharp, so I had to redo the same part over and over again. I think my body is rebelling against me now."

She chuckled softly. "You work too hard."

He peeked one eye open. "It's part of the job."

Nabi traced small circles against his temple, making him hum in appreciation. "Still, don't overwork yourself. You need to rest too."

"I am resting," he said, smirking slightly. "On my girlfriend's lap. Best pillow ever."

Nabi rolled her eyes playfully but didn't stop her movements. "You're lucky I like you."

DK grinned, but then his smile faded as he remembered the reason he had come over. He hesitated for a second before speaking.

"You should come to Japan with me."

Nabi paused for a moment, surprised. "What?"

"For the concerts," DK repeated, shifting slightly to look up at her better. "I really want you to come. You haven't seen me perform live yet."

Nabi bit her lip. She knew how much his performances meant to him, and truthfully, she did want to go. But she had work, and it didn't seem practical.

"Seokmin..." she started, unsure how to phrase her response.

"I know, I know," he interrupted, sensing her hesitation. "You have your job, and you're busy. But listen—one of the concerts is on a Saturday. You wouldn't even have to take days off. You could just come for the weekend."

She blinked. "A Saturday?"

He nodded quickly, his expression hopeful. "You could fly in on Friday night and leave Sunday. Just two days. You'd get to see me perform, and we'd have some time together." He reached up, taking her free hand in his and giving it a squeeze. "I miss you, Nabi. I know we talk every day, but it's not the same. I want you to be there."

Nabi hesitated, her fingers stilling in his hair. It wasn't that she didn't want to go. She did. She missed him more than she liked to admit, and the idea of watching him perform, of seeing him in his element, was exciting. But she also feared getting even more attached.

She was already in deep. Too deep.

Sensing her hesitation, DK suddenly grinned mischievously. "You know, the baby also needs to get used to his father's voice. And concerts."

Nabi let out a short laugh. "What?"

"It's true!" he insisted, sitting up excitedly. "Think about it. If our baby grows up hearing my voice on stage, they'll become my biggest fan. This is important for bonding."

Nabi shook her head, amused. "You're unbelievable."

"I'm just saying," he continued, flashing her a bright grin. "Our little one should start early. Get familiar with my singing, the fans, the concerts... Who knows, maybe they'll be born with perfect pitch."